K-pop Lyrics

Maybe there's a nat out here
You said what?
Oh my God, Ronny

Look, I got a bullet
with somebody's name on it
I get up on 'em, I don't need no aim on it
Killed me a goat so my jacket got stains on it
Wipin' my nose like I got some cocaine on it
Pulled out his coffin and ate me a plate on it
Called up his bitch, showed my dick
let her lay on it
I'm in the trap house like Gucci and Zay on it
I see a soda, I'm pourin' an eight on it

I fucked that bitch in a Wal-Mart
gettin' Tootsie Roll
I had that pack at the Westend,
no Smith & though
He tried to front on me
in front of friends and fam
I had his bitch in the back
what he didn't know, hm
I came a long way from bando
Now my boss is a flavor of candy corn
I walked up on a crack gang,
what they hittin' for?
I keep the polish, I'm not talkin' steel toes

I hit a seven and picked up the dinner roll
I get the bread, then I fuck me a centerfold
I bought a Perc' like my name is Gorilla Zoe
I'm from the place
where the killers and sinners go
I just cut the grass
and showed the motherfuckin' snakes
I took off my bandana
and showed my fuckin' face

Rose gold bandana, I tatted on my a-
Five thousand dollar soap
every time I bathe (Ayy)
I just told her,
＂Maybe I mean what I say＂ (Ayy)
I don't really play
and I hope you think it's shade
I had to jump down
and ain't no remember ho
When I come back with this K,
I'ma kill a ho (Woo)
Thought I wasn't gettin' no syrup
I put my cum on her face
but I'm pitiful (Yeah)
I got a pack of them Skittles, bro
All different flavors
and all different flavor type of hoes
All of them centerfolds (Hey)

Look, I got a bullet
with somebody's name on it
I get up on 'em, I don't need no aim on it
Killed me a goat so my jacket got stains on it
Wipin' my nose like I got some cocaine on it
Pulled out his coffin and ate me a plate on it
Called up his bitch, showed my dick,
let her lay on it
I'm in the trap house like Gucci and Zay on it
I see a soda, I'm pourin' an eight on it

Don't say RJ without mrLA on it
Got a machine gun and it got a K on it
You got a dead end, somebody gon' pay on it
I got a bed and your bitch wanna plank on it
Cut the cocaine with the creatine, ayy
Fuck your dead homies and your memories, ayy

I got a gun, nigga, auto and spray on it
I don't do lay away, I cannot pay on it
Foot on their neck and I swear I'ma stay on it
Can't rush my greatness so they gotta wait on it
You niggas too sweet
I could just put my bae on it
I fuck on a granny, her hair, it got gray on it
Get you down bad, I'ma blow out her back
These niggas too slimy, I'm playin' with a sack
I got that stick, I'm equipped
YSL ballin' like we won a ship
These niggas are hoes, I'ma go all the way
Walk through the back, they take me to the VIP
I send her back just to get some more hip
Ass is so fat and it's soft as a lip
Gave her the D, now she lovin' the Crip
If he wanna play, got his name on the tip, uh

Look, I got a bullet
with somebody's name on it
I get up on 'em, I don't need no aim on it
Killed me a goat so my jacket got stains on it
Wipin' my nose like I got some cocaine on it
Pulled out his coffin and ate me a plate on it
Called up his bitch, showed my dick
let her lay on it
I'm in the trap house like Gucci and Zay on it
I see a soda, I'm pourin' an eight on it

I fucked that bitch in a Wal-Mart,
gettin' Tootsie Roll
I had that pack at the Westend,
no Smith & though
He tried to front on me
in front of friends and fam
I had his bitch in the back,
what he didn't know, hm
I came a long way from bando
Now my boss is a flavor of candy corn
I walked up on a crack gang,
what they hittin' for?
I keep the polish, I'm not talkin' steel toes